"Really, cousin?"
Ron was overjoyed and even called out "cousin" to everyone.
Harry glanced at him and felt a little emotional.
Ron, can you still remember what you used to look like?
He still remembers how Ron was initially hostile towards Silan because he was a Slytherin student.
Now...
Ron seemed uneasy and checked again.
"Is it really okay, cousin?"
"Of course." Silan smiled and nodded at him.
"It's December now, and you've been working for about three months. It's just a little earlier than usual, it's no big deal."
After saying that, Silan counted out 10 Galleon for him.
Ron held the money in both hands, counted it with wide eyes, and immediately reminded Silan, "Cousin, you gave too much."
"The extra will be a bonus," Silan waved her hand dismissively.
A few more Galleon are nothing to him now.
"What cousin? You're practically my own brother!" Ron's face was serious, his gaze unwavering as if he were about to join some great organization.
"Who are George and Fred? I don't know them at all."
"I'll write to them today and tell them not to come looking for me."
"Cousin, please don't misunderstand."
Harry, standing to the side, stared in disbelief at Ron's changed expression, his mouth agape.
Ah?
No... Ron... you?
Is this really necessary?
You can't really blame Ron for this; he's used to living a hard life.
He had never seen 10 Galleon at once in his entire life.
Now, with 10 Galleon right in their hands, who are George and Fred?
We're really not familiar with each other.
Only Silan is my real brother!
"I heard from Neville that your dragon dung composting is very good, well done."
Silan patted Ron on the shoulder encouragingly, "I'd be happy if you'd like to help again later."
This is the truth from Silan.
However, his aim was to use a few kind words and Galleon to retain Ron, this useful dragon dung composter.
To be fair, the dragon dung compost Ron made was indeed of very good quality.
Moreover, his wages are cheap.
Ron was so flattered by his praise that even the heavy Galleon felt light as a feather.
"Thank you, cousin... I... I really don't know what to say," Ron stammered.
"It's nothing," Silan patted him on the back. "Stand up straight, Ron. You should be proud of yourself."
"Throughout Hogwarts, not many students earn their first wand through their own hard work."
"That's an undeniable fact." Silan gave Ron an encouraging look. "Ron, you are a true wizard."
Silan's words struck Ron's heart without hesitation.
Every word he said resonated with him.
This stirred up a storm in Ron's heart, and his eyes welled up with tears.
If he was just trying to amuse himself before, he was now genuinely touched.
As the child with the most awkward position in the family, Ron had always been somewhat insecure.
Everything he used was old.
Even the wand, which is incredibly important to wizards, is one of them.
Ginny was loved by her brothers and cared for by Silan; everything she bought before starting school was brand new.
Ron, who was only a year older than Ginny, couldn't help but feel envious.
But he also loved Ginny.
So he said nothing, and even took out his only ten Knut.
But some hidden emotions, even if not spoken, don't mean they don't exist.
After everything he'd been through, someone told him, "Ron, you're a true wizard." How could he not be moved?
Moreover, this person is an exceptionally outstanding Silan, far surpassing his peers.
This recognition thrilled Ron even more than Galleon.
Perhaps men spend their entire lives seeking some kind of recognition.
Ron wiped away his tears, repeatedly expressing his gratitude. "Thank you so much, Silan..."
Congratulations, Ron!
Harry and Hermione smiled at him and applauded to congratulate him.
After thanking him again, Ron hurriedly left the Rest Room.
"I'm going to find Professor McGonagall right now and ask her for permission to buy a wand from Diagon Alley!"
After running a few steps outside, Ron turned back and shouted to Silan, "When I get back, we'll continue collecting dragon dung!"
"I dare say, in all of Hogwarts, no one knows more about dragon dung than I do!"
Well... alright, at least I have a skill now.
Silan smiled and waved at him, "Okay, I'll save them all for you."
It seems there's a fixed person to collect dragon dung.
After Ron left, Harry picked up where they left off.
"Silan, do you know about the Dueling Club?"
"I heard you mention it earlier." At Hermione's frantic prompting, Silan sat down next to her.
"It'll probably be in about a week. The school is going to start Dueling Club," Harry explained. "The professors should be teaching us some dueling techniques."
Harry with some anticipation, "I really hope Professor Flitwick will be teaching us."
Silan gave him a sympathetic look.
Look forward to it! Two professors who have been very supportive of you will be performing on stage, and I guarantee you'll be pleasantly surprised.
Hermione moved closer to Silan, standing very close to him, and said somewhat fearfully, "Silan, can you come with me? I'm a little scared."
Her voice was soft and gentle, making one's ears itch.
Harry, standing nearby, couldn't help but grimace.
Hermione's acting strange today.
They used to be able to come up with ways to break 50 school rules at once, but now they're afraid to participate in the Dueling Club activities?
Who would believe that!
Harry believed it.
Hermione was giving him a stern look, warning him that he'd better not say anything more about it.
The clever Harry obediently shut his mouth.
Silan, it's not that I don't want to help you.
Hermione is terrifying; you'd better watch yourself.
Silan nodded in agreement.
In his memory, the Dueling Club was like a farce.
However, it was a decent after-dinner entertainment.
You can watch Snape beat Lockhart up close.
After buying the wand, Ron's heart pounded with excitement.
After moving up to the second year, he finally received a brand new wand that truly belonged to him.
Ollivander was very surprised when he met him.
"Weasley? What a rare guest."
In any case, Ron finally bought his own wand.
Now he wanders around school all day with it, holding the wand high in the air.
During class, whenever he needed to use his wand, Ron would always hold up his new wand to show it off, as if afraid that the professor and his classmates wouldn't see it.
It must be said that Ron's strength has increased greatly since he started using the new wand, and he has become much more proficient in using many Spells.
The biggest improvement so far is that the Spells I use no longer hit me.
Even when he was sleeping, Ron would hug his new wand and chuckle to himself in bed.
"Good morning, Ron," Harry greeted Ron after waking up.
"Harry, how did you know I bought a new wand?"
Ron hummed smugly and introduced the staff to himself, "Willow wood, fourteen inches long, the core is Unicorn Tail Hair."
Harry covered his ears in exasperation.
"Please, Ron, I really didn't ask you."
"You've been muttering that in your sleep eight hundred times already; now I dream about a magic wand poking my butt."
"Whee."
Ron grinned slyly, clutching his wand and rolling around on the bed like a madman.
After tidying themselves up, the two left the Gryffindor common room.
As they passed the Entrance Hall, they saw a group of people gathered around the bulletin board, on which a new Parchment was nailed.
"Is tonight the first gathering of the Dueling Club?"
"Looks like my wand is about to show its true power!" Ron gripped his wand tightly, his face beaming with excitement.